What should I do if my pet loves watching anime?

Seeing that Scyther had achieved this level in such a short time, Old Hong nodded, his eyes filled with recognition for Scyther.

"Mr. Hong, is the Scyther amazing?"

Beside him, Gu Beiri asked the question knowingly, and said with a smile.

"You brat, are you trying to make fun of me?!"

Old Hong laughed and scolded, then looked at the Flying Mantis and sighed.

"This kid is even more outstanding than my old man was in his youth."

"Huh? Old man?"

Gu Beiri could guess that Old Hong was talking about his spirit, but he was also curious about what kind of spirit it was.

"You'll see him soon; we'll move on to the next phase of training."

"What are you practicing?"

"Come with me."

...............

In the heart of Mount Taibai, there is a massive glacial erosion platform.

The morning light pierced through the thick clouds, dyeing the snow-capped peak of the majestic main mountain in a dazzling golden-red hue.

However, this magnificent scene was accompanied by even more ferocious roars than in the previous days.

The banner clouds on the mountaintop were no longer just a few wisps, but had coalesced into a rolling, surging cloud waterfall, like an inverted Milky Way cascading down from the peak.

Even stronger mountain winds, following the huge drop in elevation, formed invisible waterfalls of air, sharp as the claws of wild beasts, which slammed into the platform halfway up the mountain.

The wooden house groaned under the weight of the gale, as if it would be uprooted and thrown into the abyss at any moment.

Old Hong stood at the door of the wooden house, his gray hair flying wildly behind his head, his mountaineering clothes fluttering in the wind, but his thin body remained as still as an old pine tree nailed to the rock.

At this moment, the ice layer, under the continuous extreme low temperature, has become even harder and smoother, almost reflecting human images.

The raging winds were no longer chaotic, but formed visible, twisting, and rotating vortexes of air, carrying ice crystals and snowflakes, like countless invisible ice blades, frantically cutting and sweeping across the ice surface.

"Kid, no standing practice today." Old Hong's voice pierced through the howling wind and reached Gu Beiri's ears behind him.

Gu Beiri tightened his collar, feeling a bit of difficulty breathing; the icy air scraped against his nasal cavity and throat like a knife.

Beside him, the fluffy sheep clung tightly to him, tiny arcs of electricity flickering restlessly on its body, trying to dispel the chill.

"Then what should we practice?"

The cold wind howled, enough to swallow up all other sounds.

Gu Beiri asked loudly, his gaze falling on the flying mantis.

The little guy has developed a different temperament after being tempered on the ice.

The emerald green carapace appeared even more somber in the wind and snow. The two sickles hung naturally at his sides, and his eyes were calm, no longer showing the initial restlessness, but instead a focused concentration after being forged.

"Practice flying." Old Hong only said two words, but they made Gu Beiri's heart tremble.

Flying in this awful weather?

Old Hong pointed beyond the platform to the bottomless valley filled with churning clouds, and across the valley, another steep ridge that was faintly visible amidst the raging air currents.

"See that Eagle's Beak Rock over there? Today's mission is to fly over there, carve a mark on that rock, and then fly back."

Old Hong spoke in a calm tone, as if he were saying he was going to visit his neighbor.

Gu Beiri looked out into the distance.

Eagle Beak Rock!

The straight-line distance is probably more than 500 meters, with a deep valley in the middle that swallows everything. The mountain wind rushes through this space without any obstruction, and the snow fog it stirs up makes the vision extremely blurry.

Even more terrifying are those chaotic air currents, invisible to the naked eye, which are like hidden reefs underwater, ready to tear intruders apart or throw them into the abyss at any moment.

This isn't flying, it's playing with your life!

The Scyther also spotted its target.

Its eyes darted slightly, gauging the distance and the terrifying, roaring wind tunnel in the middle. Its wings tensed instinctively for a moment, but quickly relaxed again.

It did not back down, but turned to look at Gu Beiri, its eyes asking questions and requesting permission to fight.

"Old Hong, this is too dangerous!"

Gu Beiri couldn't help but say.

He trusted Master Hong's training methods, but this went beyond the scope of training and was almost like gambling with his life.

"Danger?"

Old Hong turned his head, his hawk-like eyes fixed on Gu Beiri, unusually bright in the strong wind.

"What do you think real air combat is?"

Are they circling around on a sunny training field?

Are they exchanging fire inside a stadium protected by an energy barrier?

"The real air combat takes place above the clouds, in thunderstorms, and in turbulent waters that can break even steel wings!"

It's a hair's breadth between life and death!

His voice suddenly rose, drowning out the howling wind: "If your Demon Slash is to become a truly sharp blade capable of slaying powerful enemies, it must be tempered in a more extreme environment!"

The wind is not an obstacle, but an aid and a whetstone for you!

When will you be able to master this wind? Your speed, your agility, your strikes—only then will you be truly transformed!

He looked at the flying mantis, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "Scared? If you're scared, go back and continue practicing your fancy moves on flat ground."

If you want to become stronger, go for it!

Use your body and your wings to feel the direction of every gust of wind and to predict the trajectory of every turbulent current!

Remember, what you need to do is not fight the wind, but merge with the wind and ride its winds!

This is a typical example of reverse psychology, and it's very superficial.

But Scyther falls for that!

"just--!!!"

The flying mantis let out a sharp, high-pitched cry that drowned out all the wind!

Its wings suddenly spread out, no longer in their usual folded state, but stretched out to the maximum extent, the wing membranes trembling violently in the wind, emitting a buzzing sound like metal clashing.

Fear? That word doesn't exist in the dictionary!

The struggles, falls, and regaining one's footing on the ice have forged its inherent rebelliousness into something even more resilient.

It craves more intense challenges and longs to prove itself in a real sky storm!

Behind him was Gu Beiri's worried gaze.

"Yes!" The Flying Mantis turned around, met Gu Beiri's gaze, and nodded heavily.

Gu Beiri sighed deeply, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Children yearn for the sky; we can't suppress that.

Besides, with Elder Hong around, nothing will happen.

The next moment, the flying mantis slammed its wings down!

"boom--!"

The snow beneath their feet was blasted open by the sudden burst of force, creating a shallow crater. The emerald green figure shot out like an arrow and plunged headlong into the roaring storm!

Almost the instant it entered the storm zone, Scyther sensed a much more violent and chaotic power, completely different from that on the ice.

It wasn't a gust of wind; it was countless turbulent currents, each with its own direction, strength, and no discernible pattern, like countless invisible hands tearing, pushing, and tossing it from all directions.

The first gust of strong wind from the side struck its left wing like a heavy hammer!

"Screech!" The Scyther's body suddenly tilted to the side, almost losing control and rolling over.

It forcibly twisted its core and flapped its right wing several times to barely stabilize its posture, but it had already deviated from the preset straight path.

Immediately afterwards, a downward airflow appeared below it without warning, as if the air beneath its feet had been suddenly sucked out, and its body plummeted!

My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest, and I was overwhelmed by a strong feeling of weightlessness.